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Post by Melissa on Feb 11, 2008 23:54:17 GMT -5
After hanging at the pub for a moment longer than she should have, Melissa finally came back to the ship. A smile was pressed tightly to her lips and she was looking rather tipsy as she pushed through the cargo bay airlock. "Where is that sneaky lil' captain now," she spoke to herself as she sauntered in a bit further. Reaching the ramp up, she simply spun herself around and plopped down. Laying her back against the ramp, she closed her eyes, letting her brown hair spill out against the metal. She figured her captain would be coming down here pretty soon to check up to see if the crew arrived or not.
Recalling the pub visit, she wondered what that man wanted, he looked like someone that worked for Dylan Travek, but it was hard to tell for sure. But by the way that man was eying her and the dead bodies before, he probably did work for Dylan. That rat bastard was probably having them followed to make sure they weren't doing anything he didn't want them to. A groan pushed from her lips from the thought and the growing pain in her stomach. Beginning to regret drinking as much as she did, Melissa turned towards the cargo bay floor as her body lurched and the fluids came spewing out carelessly. Staring at the mess, she simply groaned some more, figuring the captain would make her clean it up later or now if he came down.
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Post by Kyan on Feb 12, 2008 20:20:13 GMT -5
As he came up to the bulkhead leading to the balcany of the cargo bay he pressed his body tight to the cold steel of the wall. He moved silently to the opening, weapon up next to his chest ready to swing out around the corner and shoot. Once he got to the bulkhead opening, he came to a stop, and slowly peered into the room. When he saw Melissa laying on the floor, next to a mess of vomit, he sighed. Lowering the gun, he pushed off the wall with his back and walked onto the balcany. He hit the safety back on, and put the pistol in its resting place in the holster. He walked over to the railing, and leaned over looking at Mel. He dropped his head down again, "Drunk again Mel, I thought you said that you were going to take it easy this time. And I hope that you don't intend to leave that mess on my ships deck for long." He smiled slightly raising his head back up. Now starring at the wall ahead of him, he face showed a serious expression on it. "I was approched by a couple of men who work for Dylan. He's getting more and more presistant now it seems. Still says the same thing though, surrender my favorite price. However I was disturbed by the other thing they requested this time." He looked down at her and smiled, "But we can discuss that later, for now lets get you to your room...damn drunk." He turned to the stairs and started his way down towards her.
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Post by Alliance on Feb 13, 2008 0:13:02 GMT -5
"Captain Yoshiro," a voice ripped through the air as Kyan moved down the ramp. Standing within the airlock to the outside stood a decent aged man. Adorned in fine silk, the man didn't look much more than a rich high classed man seemingly looking for a ride. Gray hair rested about his sapphire eye, the other was covered in a white silk cloth, clearly having been lost. Honestly, it was cut out to be replaced by something better, but he didn't want to alarm anyone, least not yet. His attire consited of a blood red kimino, made purely of silk, as it cascaded casually around his body. White tabis rested upon his feet while wooden sandels rested upon the bottoms of his feet. Since the kimino only reached to about his thighs, his legs were covered in the same blood red hue as the pants were actually tighter than normal against his legs.
A smile pressed over the man's lips as he began to move in, "Captain Yoshiro, I was wondering if you would be willing to offer me safe habor to Quol. Clearly pay is no problem, just name the price and I will do it, but I must reach Quol. I have an urgent message for the Kings. They will be expecting me." Course that was a lie, but this was the only way to get on Quol without being searched. If he was a simple passenger on a freelance ship, the Kings would never suspect a thing.
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Post by Kyan on Feb 13, 2008 0:42:13 GMT -5
Kyan Squinted at the man as he spoke. He reached the bottom of the staircase and pulled Melissa up off the ground. Then turned towards the man, looking him up and down. "I normally don't take passengers, especially when I have a job lined up. However since we seem to be heading in the same direction...I supose I could make an exception, although it will cost you a good sum." He grined as he walked towards the man, "How about we say...oh I don't know...would 50,000 credits be too much to ask for our wonderful service in bringing you to Qual?"
His smile faded quickly, "But we will be making a stop to Belthazar for some medical supplies if that doesn't put a damper on your plans." He waited for the mans response, still wondering who the man really was.
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Post by Melissa on Feb 13, 2008 0:56:00 GMT -5
Hearing the captain's voice, she looked up and simply gave him a smile, "Captain, you should know me better than that, I can't resist it when people buy me drinks," she spewed out with a giggling voice. Listening as he went on about something with Dylan, she raised her hand, "I saw one of his men at the pub, I think it was one of his men," she stated before shaking her head. The alcohol was certainly getting to her as she felt her eyes closing slowly now. As another voice came up, her eyes shot open and stared at the man ahead. Perking a brow, she squinted at the man, curious to know who he was. Being picked up by her Captain, she didn't seem to notice as her eyes focused on the man ahead. He wasn't someone that looked like he would just come aboard a ship and demand harbor without something else planned. Shaking her head, she didn't think he was any threat, so with that thought, her eyes closed and she slipped into her vegged state.
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Post by Alliance on Feb 13, 2008 1:02:00 GMT -5
Watching the Captain with cautious eyes, the Agent was making sure nothing unsettling was coming from the Captain. Watching him pick up his crew mate, he knew this man wouldn't do anything stupid. Giving a nod at the Captain's demands, he gave a smile, "Sounds perfect," he stated as his left hand fished within his clothing. Pulling out a few credits, he tossed them towards the Captain, it was the fee. Walking towards him, he looked up the ramp, "I don't mind the detour, as long as it doesn't take too long." He needed to get that item from the Kings before someone else did, specially since one of the local criminals made it into a game for her 'allies'.
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Post by Kyan on Feb 13, 2008 1:30:34 GMT -5
He caught the credits the man tossed at him. He squinted and thought to himself, Anyone in their right mind on this planet woulden't carry that kind of money on themselves unless they knew their abilities...or if they were Alliance. He ponderd the thought but figured that if he were Alliance, he should try and squeeze every ounce of information he could from the guy. he smiled slightly, "Well your pretty gutsy carrying this kind of money with you. Must be one to take care of himself in a battle huh?" He shifted his eyes on the man and waited.
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Post by Alliance on Feb 13, 2008 1:44:42 GMT -5
He gave the Captain a smirk as he spoke out his question. "That's just pocket change, I'm a rich man, carrying around that kinda creds is nothing. As for being able to take care of myself, yes. I know a thing or two for fighting," he understated himself, but there was no reason to speak out more than that. Moving up to the captain, he smiled, "So, gonna put your crew away and show me to a quarter or am I gonna have to sleep in your cargo bay, Captain?"
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Post by Kyan on Feb 13, 2008 1:47:58 GMT -5
He gave a serious look back at the man, he didn't like him...but he had to play the good host. "Melissa, get to your quarters, I'll take our guest to his room." He looked oer at her, watching her sway to and frow. "And if you spew again, your cleaning it up." He put his hand out in a motion for him to go first. "After you Mister?" Asking for the mans name.
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Post by Alliance on Feb 13, 2008 1:52:00 GMT -5
Watching as Melissa walked up the ramps and seemingly to her quarters, he turned his gaze back towards the Captain, "Mister Smith," he told him. With a nod, he began to move ahead of the Captain. The ship wasn't bad, Alliance by the looks of it, certainly stolen too. "How did you acquire the ship, Captain?" he asked as he looked back, a curious gaze filling his eyes, "Hopefully legally."
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Post by Kyan on Feb 13, 2008 2:01:09 GMT -5
Kyan rolled his eyes when he heard the name and thought to himself, Mister Smith...who the fuck does this guy think I am? Dammit I guess that awnsers my question as to who he is...Alliance, fucking pig. He looked up at Smith as he asked him how he acquired his ship. "I purchased it at an Alliance auction sale on Grappa after the war. They had a bunch of ships that were going to be scrapped and decided to auction some off." Lying of course, he got the ship while he was here on Kalarin. A group of Alliance was sent here to kill off a few people, however they mistook Kyan as one of them. Needless to say he didn't take kindly to it, after killing them all he 'comandered' the ship.
He was still looking at the man, and oculd tell by his expression...he knew that he had lied about his ship. However he didn't care one way or the other, since he was possing as a rich man he must have to get somewhere undetected. And what better way then using a freelace ship to mask your entry into enemy territory. A small smerk came across his face, "So then Mister Smith, what do you like to eat for dinner? I was about to prepare something here soon."
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